Daddy bought me a home swing, so I don't have to venture to Grandma and Grandpa's place to swing any more... But he didn't get it, as the only reason I liked to swing was the fuss that Grandma, Grandpa, Hopps the Dawg, and everybody ELSE made over me...
But sometimes I'll just sit there and pretend to enjoy it. So it isn't THAT bad...
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